There are certain things that I order every Christmas, which admittedly, are rather indulgent; whole cheeses, specialist drinks, charcuterie and chocolate. These are the items which make the Christmas period extra special, impresses guests and, in their own way creates family traditions - without exception I always seek out a really good Stilton, but I … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosopher’s Christmas Diaries: Stories of Stilton
In a society of sexual equality, I often think to the past and wonder what stories lie behind others. In childhood, I was always regaled with tales of my Great Great Great Grandfather, an interesting character who had, apparently, owned an Italian Fruit Warehouse in Bath during the 1840s and 50s. As a man he … Continue reading The Pheasant Philosophises: Part 4: Queen Victoria’s Pineapple
Two years ago, on Christmas Eve, a relative of mine was in Lidl and witnessed the staff throwing frozen Turkeys into black bags. Where were they going? she inquired. The bin, she was told. They weren't allowed to give them away, they had to be destroyed. The staff were very upset but they were … Continue reading Waste not, want not….